The World Was Wide Enough

The world was wide enough,

for her and for me,

but I didn’t know that,

I couldn’t tell.

He looked at her like He looked at me,

before I fell.


A shroud of white doesn’t

always mean good.

A bright, old soul and a

gracious smile can be the

world’s most opaque mask.


A tool from the cupboard

can still work covered in rust.

I’m rusty, dusty, dirty, but

I still work, I still breathe, I’m still me.


I fell because I trusted Him,

because I believed Him,

because I loved Him.


She’s not worthy of Him,

but neither am I.


I didn’t know the world was wide enough.


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